Some nights are better than othersSome fights are left among brothersSome nights are better than othersSome fights are left among brothers

You know the freaks come out at night with the dramaI'm a break it down, take it down, learn itRoll it up, burn it, think itStir it up, drink it, swallow itFollow it straight to the heart of the matterProgram the data, turn on the lightsWatch them all scatter, from the shine off the gleanCourse by my team, it's the high pro glowOne for the show, two for the handgunThree, the one you man run when it's time for the actionAll the stories you told are bound to get oldWhen your hands ain't as fast as the words you flippin'Word to Scott Pippin, got to be trippin'You must have been slippin', or want the ass whippin'It's time to start flippin'

[Chorus]Some nights are better than othersBreak it down to the bare root essenceSome fights are left among brothersCount your fingers then count your blessins

[Repeat Chorus]They say blood runs thicker than waterMothers to sons, bullets to gunsHard times are spreadin', just like the fluThe voodoo child don't need to be raisedI'm no kid, act wild son, you might get blazedLike an acid hit, I rock classic shitThat can make your head bump, put some shake in your rumpThis ain't Forrest Gump but I got mad rhymeWhy you shoot that gun, I'm a shoot this giftLeave you internally perplexed like the question ifSome hit the spliff, some of y'all sniffSome clap the hammer when they pull a four fifthBut most of y'all fry, kid let's be bluntYou tryin' to be the man, well I be on the man hunt